But, with two simple words, you're standing naked and trembling in your own apartment, waiting for whatever he decides to do with you."You're late." Y...s, there was traffic, I..." Shut up. Come to me." You can now vaguely make him out in the darkness, sitting on the sofa and watching you. Tentatively, you take a step toward him... "No. On your hands and knees."On all fours, you crawl toward him. As you get closer, you realize that he isn't alone, as you can now discern the blonde head bobbing up. Her dress now sat heaped on the floor and she smiled devilishly at me as she climbed onto the couch on her knees, her back facing me, waiting. What a little Nymph! So there she was, thighs set apart, hands braced on the back of the couch, staring back at me giggling while she waited. I was transfixed, frozen. I stood there, nude as the day I was born, hard enough to cut diamonds, and I stared. It felt like hours but must have been only minutes because she was clearing her throat to get my out. He gently rinsed her hair. Then, starting at her bangs, his hands worked their way to the nape of her neck, gently flattening her hair as they slid down its length. This was the only time he ever came close to pulling her hair, when he squeezed the moisture out of it. Pouring a generous amount of conditioner into his hands, he worked into her hair before pulling her to rest against his chest for a few moments. After rinsing it, he squeezed the last of the moisture out. His strong hands were. "Because I still love you, that's why. Sherry, I've loved you from the moment I met you 7 years ago, and never stopped. That's why I've never dated; nobody else ever measured up".She said, "I've got to tell you what happened two years ago, but I'm scared." I asked her why she was scared. She said, "I'm scared that after I tell you you'll hate me." I told her I could never hate her, so to just tell me. She said, "Two years ago, while we were seeing each other, three of my best friends came up to.